Red rose bud

Blowing that faint white glow from my lips.
That glow that twirls and expands in the moonlight .
A faint whisper is heard in the twirling wind as I see your special little hands.
As I stare into this rose bush of white rose buds.
And I see the wind blowing it's faint lullaby from this cold winters night.
The snow angels make their faint mark on the world.
With the stars twinkling their eternal white glow.
I reach to you and fine your little hands are covered in bright red blood.
Oh white and red how you mix and shine!
As I open my hand to find a red rose bud.